9. Declan
9
DECLAN
I walked back into the house, and a pint-sized flurry of dark hair bounced off my chest. I grabbed her arms to keep her on her feet.
Her chin traveled up my arms to my face, her eyes widening. She muttered something that sounded like Gonzo.
“Sorry, sweetness, I didn’t catch that.”
Her eyes grew wide and round before she jerked out of my arms, running off. My dick twitched as I watched her leave, her round ass and hips captivated me.
She dressed to hide her figure, but failed miserably if her goal was to keep from drawing attention to her body. Lush and voluptuous were the words that came to mind, a fucking wet dream. Round hips, a juicy ass, and a set of tits I could get lost in.
I’d not been this taken by someone since I first laid eyes on Hayden, and even just appreciating her beauty felt like a betrayal. But then I pictured her sandwiched between Hayden and me… fuck me. Yeah, that would be fucking perfection. The only thing that could top it was being in a sandwich between the two of them, Hayden fucking my ass with her sprawled under me, taking my cock.
Katie yelled, “Oh, and get out your wallet and give Marion half of whatever she says the table costs. Then you and Jackson can fix the wall. Together!”
The door slammed like an exclamation point, and for a brief second, silence reigned until laughter broke out.
Foster’s voice broke through the giggles and cackles. “Oh, I’m going to be proud to call that one family. She’s a spitfire! She’ll fit right in.”
The beauty with the luscious ass paused at the corner, glancing over her shoulder, blushing when she saw me watching. I winked at her, and her eyes grew round again as she ducked out of sight. I turned toward the commotion in the living room with her gone from view.
“What’s going on?”
Celeste stood in the archway between the hall and the living room.
Chuckling, she said, “Jackson just wiped the floor with some dude the chief brought in. Literally. If ever there was a doubt he was a Holt, he just nailed that coffin shut.”
I shook my head. The kid was a hothead and needed to learn to slow his roll, but given his age and the fact that he was a Holt, I knew that was a long way off. We all tended to get hot under the collar.
I slipped by Celeste and stopped. My jaw dropped, and my eyes widened as shock flooded my system.